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Poems to My Great Uncle
The Smell of His Home The smell of the house was old Not like the smell of mold But of dust, newspaper, and Snapple Tea Warm Chili and Soup, homemade In my mind, the smell will never fade Lizard Wart You had this big knobby mole You said you got it meeting your goal The lizard was so quick And when you caught it, it did not lick The bite left behind a big bump You called it a wart but it was just a lump His Room I cannot go in that room Without feeling the deepest gloom So many memories burn in my head Of my sweet uncle who is now dead No one understands why I cannot go in that room But my heart feels an oncoming doom Powerless I felt so powerless I could no longer dream of happiness His life was coming to an end Was there nothing I could mend? I watched his body waste away That truly was the worst day Lonely When I feel lonely with no one to hear my grumble I find myself talking to my deceased uncle He left ...
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